the waves of neon carried me
somewhere around the block
where i could view a different scene
with nuggets in the crock
i'd never seen a similar sight
in any previous dream
i was the richest man on earth
i watched my future gleam

irish music
smelly girls
and beaches far away
no convention
no more tension
our secluded bay

imagination ran so wild
that i could not contain
the vividness of starlight that
resided in my brain
i lived for kicks, i lived for thrills
and pleasure, rude and sweet
when it was time to pay the bill
i woke up in the street

LARZ GUSTAFSSON 28/3 2013